Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most - Ann Hampton Callaway

Once I was a sentimental thing

Threw my heart away each spring;

Now a spring romance hasn’t got a chance

Promised my first dance to winter;

All I’ve got to show’s a splinter for my little fling

Spring this year has got me feeling

Like a horse that never left the post;

I lie in my room, staring up at the ceiling

Spring can really hang you up the most!

Morning’s kiss wakes trees and flowers

And to them I’d like to drink a toast

I walk in the park just to kill some lonely hours

Spring can really hang you up the most

All afternoon those birds twitter twit

I know the tune: «This is love.

this is it!»

Heard it before and I know the score

And I’ve decided that spring is a bore!

Love seemed sure around the New Year

Now it’s April, love is just a ghost

Spring arrived on time, only what became of you, dear?

Spring can really hang you up the most

Spring can really hang you up the most

Love came my way, I hoped it would last

We had our day, now that’s all in the past

Spring came along, a season of song

Full of sweet promise, but something went wrong

Doctors once prescribed a tonic:

«Sulphur and molasses» was the dose

Didn’t help a bit, my condition must be chronic

Spring can really hang you up the most

All alone, the party’s over

Old Man Winter was a gracious host

But when you keep praying for snow to hide the clover

Spring can really hang you up the most